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[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Heroes of Millennium (HoM) AU

Act 1: What was left behind. - Part 1 <- Part 2 <- Part 3 <- Part 4 <- Part 5 <- Part 6 (here)

Act 1, Omake 1: Master of Time - read here

Act 1, Omake 2: Barrier Team. - read here

[abouquetofchrysanthemums]

A Bouquet of Chrysanthemums

Synopsis

Chrysanthemums were your brother's favorite flowers, red ones especially.

The irony, then, of bringing a bouquet of white chrysanthemums to his funeral is not lost on you.

It was supposed to be a day like any other in the big city: investigate a crime scene, interview witnesses, collect evidence, arrest suspects, return home to the apartment you shared with your best friend and fellow Archersvale native, and have a video chat with your older brother. So when your best friend tells you that they received a call informing them of your brother’s death, you know that nothing will ever be the same again.

They say he died in his sleep, most likely from overexertion. He always did work himself to the bone when he was putting together a big news article; it was what made him the best investigative journalist of your small town.

For the first time in almost a decade, you and your best friend return to Archersvale for your brother’s funeral…only to discover that his death may not have been as natural as it seemed.

Being the only homicide detective around for miles, it’s up to you now to find out what exactly happened to your brother, why it happened, and who did it. Being related to the victim also obviously brings about a conflict of interest, but luckily for you, the reliable deputy sheriff of Archersvale is willing to let you join the investigation as a consultant; interestingly enough, the deputy is also your childhood rival.

Good luck, Detective.

Features

Customize your character from their gender and pronouns to their physical appearance.

Investigate your brother’s death and collect the evidence needed to bring his killer to justice.

Be attentive! If you are unable to gather enough evidence needed to prove it, you could arrest the wrong person or they could walk free.

Determine how you develop your relationships with the two people who will closely aid you in your investigation.

Will you maintain your friendship with your best friend or will you finally act on some long-repressed feelings you may have had for them?

Will you allow your antagonism with your childhood rival to continue or will you finally bury the hatchet with them? Or maybe even work on the unresolved tension you may have felt between you since your high school days?

The Team

Matthew/Mathena Archer

As fiery and passionate as their red hair, M has been your best friend since the two of you met in middle school. People always said it was like the two of you were joined at the hip, and they weren’t wrong; it’s been a case of “where one goes, the other follows” for as long as you could remember. But being practically joined at the hip wasn't the only reason why they joined you in moving to the big city; they were also an up-and-coming singer-songwriter, launched to fame with the help of the internet. Unfortunately, their family staunchly believed they just had their head in the clouds and wouldn't get anywhere in life, which meant that they had spent many nights over at your house. Well, after nine years, two self-released albums, and nearly a million fans, you can say without a doubt that M is talented and hard-working enough to make their dreams come true.

Matthew (or Matty, as you also call him) has short red hair with such unruly curls that he uses a cute bandana when he writes songs at home, a fact he has shared with a photo on his social media; a minute after posting the pic, he became a trending topic online which lasted for weeks. His eyes are a vibrant shade of green that light up when he’s having the time of his life and dull when he feels his world crumbling around him. His skin is fair and dotted with freckles, especially across his nose, from hours of performing under the sun in Archersvale Park. He also has a lean physique that he maintains by jogging in the wee hours of the morning but often hides away with his signature oversized hoodies.

Mathena (or Mattie, as you also call her) often keeps her long red hair out of her face in a variety of ways, which are each tied to what she'll be doing in the near future; her default hairstyle is the simple yet effective ponytail for any regular activity like grocery shopping, but she braids her hair when she goes out to perform at a gig, and when she puts it up in a bun, you know that she's going to spend the next few hours writing lyrics and humming a string of tunes to herself. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that light up when she’s having the time of her life and dull when she feels her world crumbling around her. Her skin is fair and dotted with freckles, especially across her nose, from hours of performing under the sun in Archersvale Park. She also has a fit physique that she maintains by jogging in the wee hours of the morning but often hides away with her signature oversized hoodies.

Delfín/Delfína Castañeda

The very definition of tall, dark, and alluring, D was your rival from the moment they laid eyes on you when they entered your fifth grade classroom at Archersvale High. The two of you were always tied at the top, seemingly much to D’s irritation based on how they would instantly scowl whenever your gaze met theirs. As far as rivals go, D wasn’t that bad, all things considered; they never tried to harm you during Physical Ed, sabotage you when you had to represent the school at official competitions, or accuse you of cheating on exams and assignments, though they did throw many snide remarks at you and M throughout those years. The last time you saw D was on the day of your high school graduation when they gave the valedictorian speech. It was a very moving speech, but it wasn’t their words that stuck with you; it was the way they kept glancing at you with a frown that almost seemed … conflicted.

Delfín surprises you when you first see him again after almost ten years, sporting his wavy dark brown hair in a casual quiff, which is quite the contrast to your childhood days when he kept his hair slicked back all the time. His dark brown eyes seem to have lost the competitive glint they used to have every time they met yours, but the passion you always saw in them whenever he was determined or enthusiastic about something hasn’t diminished at all. His skin is brown and somehow unblemished in spite of the work he does, but his hands are more calloused around his knuckles than you remember. His body is also much more muscular than his lean frame in your school days, his broad shoulders pronounced through the leather jacket and T-shirt he swapped his old sweater vest and white button down for.

Delfína has significantly cut down the length of her hair since the last time you saw her, her long, wavy tresses now only reaching her chin, but the way that she ties it back in a half ponytail is a familiar sight. Her dark brown eyes seem to have lost the competitive glint they used to have every time they met yours, but the passion you always saw in them whenever she was determined or enthusiastic about something hasn’t diminished at all. Her skin is brown and somehow unblemished in spite of the work she does, but her hands are more calloused around her knuckles than you remember. Her body is also much more athletic than her lean frame in your school days, her broad shoulders pronounced through the leather jacket and T-shirt she swapped her old sweater vest and white button down for.

Content Warnings*

Blood, violence, death, unhealthy coping mechanisms (drinking, smoking, overworking)

*This list will be updated as development continues

Author's Note

This IF will not be updated as often as my main project, After The End. Expect maybe 1-2 updates in a year.

Status

Chapter 1: released October 2024

Chapter 2: in progress

Game Link

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Hihi! I went on anon cause my main blog is strictly sfw, but I promise I'm an adult(29). Anyways, I had this idea of Ascended Astarion teasing Tav/Reader in front of a mirror. He can't see himself, but loves the way Tav/Reader shudders under his touch and them getting more and more embarrassed because all they can see is themselves getting riled up by seemingly nothing, but when they look down, ofc they see his hands working magic across their body.

Lol ty for the clarification and ask! I've been needing some nsfw practice!

Ascended Astarion nsfw under the cut, 18 + warnings. Like this is not implied smut. It is smut, graphic. Possessive, obsessive, manipulative, bad vampire man who loves you. As much as he's capable of. Morally gray human Tav from the start to here. It's only downhill from here baby, m/f angle. But if that doesnt fufill the dream let me know and I can make a gender neutral/ gender nonspecfic no prob! And probably less intense too because this is angsty~~~

Like I went ham, this is a whole ass fic now💀

You frowned at yourself in the bedroom mirror, adjusting your hair for the umpteenth time. It still didn't look right, despite what felt like hours of practice that you'd put into the intricate style.

You sighed as let one of your braids fall down, dissatisfied with what you saw. You didn't exactly look the part of an all-powerful vampire's consort, or at least not with the company you've recently been keeping. But it turned out a significant part of taking over Baldur's Gate was trenched in politics, meetings, balls, social events created for the sole purpose of mind games.

It was exhausting, or at least it was for you. But Astarion seemed to take to it like a duck to water. This life suited him, one of power games and subterfuge, and more often than not, murder. Not that you minded. You were just happy that he was having fun. That he was finally free after all of those years of torment. Even if he was using that freedom for… less than savory ends.

But despite his goals, you had sworn to him that you would never stray. And you intended on making good on that promise.

You just wished that he didn't insist on you being there for all of his "business". You hadn't realized how literal he had been about the whole sitting in his lap plan. It had taken a half-hour conversation to even convince him that no, you would not be doing so in the nude. He still hadn't given up on convincing you off that plan, but you highly doubted that it would help with your current level of heightened insecurity.

Maybe you were worrying for no reason. It wasn't Astarion who made you feel out of place. Well… it was, but not because of anything he did. Just… who he had become. He was so different now, so much colder to everything and everyone but you. More calculating, less forgiving, and just perfect for working with the most dangerous individuals in the mortal plane.

You seemed to be the only living thing he could relax around anymore, the only person who could soften him. It was strange really. You used to remember his softer side, before the ritual. The way his heart would hurt for children and animals alike, despite his failed attempts to hide it. His soft spot for Karlach, those who were brave and brazen, always willing to do the right thing despite the risks. The kind smile he used to have, reserved for beautiful things like the sunrise, the sunset.

Gone, all of it. It was a fact that you didn't like to think about. What you both gave up, things could have been; there was no point to it anyway. It was over. You gave Astarion the choice, this is what came of that. So here you were, obsessing over your appearance in preparation for a meeting with a high-ranking devil.

How things had changed.

You had no idea if you would ever find a way to match up with the company he kept around these days. Maybe it was your own fault for surrounding yourself with otherworldly creatures, but it was hard not to feel inadequate.

It didn't help that whenever you even slightly alluded to that insecurity, Astarion was more than ready to remind you of your… "options".

"You can join us whenever you'd like my treasure," Astarion would say with a creeping grin, "Just one bite, and we can be sure you'll be mine forever. Would that be so bad?"

It was a tempting offer, one that you kept insisting on refusing. You loved Astarion more than anything. But… you wanted that love to stay your choice. An obligation you maintained of your own free will. It's not that you didn't trust him… but to be a spawn had too many implications for you to handle.

"What has you pouting sweet thing?"

You startled when hands suddenly settled on your hip, gripping through the thin fabric of your nightdress. You looked back, relaxing the slightest bit to see Astarion smiling down at you, amused at the fact he'd managed to sneak up on you through the mirror.

"You said you weren't going to do that anymore," You whined as you leaned back into him, your eyes turning back to the mirror. You could see the fabric of your slip indented under his hands, ghost-like without his actual image reflecting back.

"I lied," Astarion said simply, leaning down to breathe you in from the crook of your neck, "Now what are you thinking about pet? I can tell something's on your mind."

You bit your lip, debating for a moment if you should tell him or not. But it's not like he would let it drop, and he was way too good at being able to tell when you were lying. Might as well come clean.

You sighed, "I don't…I don't know if I'm cut out for this."

You expected him to huff at you, maybe even laugh. But instead, the grip he had on you tightened, hard enough to make you gasp. You could feel his fangs scraping against your delicate skin, scratching hard enough to cause pinpricks of blood to bead out.

"And why would you ever think a thing like that?" Astarion asked, his voice harsh and low, "Where else would you be if not by my side hm? Please, enlighten me."

You gulped, your heart rate starting to pick up. You hadn't meant it like that, "That's not what I meant-"

"Then what else could it have meant?" Astarion shot back, his hands digging into you, surely ready to leave finger-shaped bruises. Suddenly he was using that same grip to drag you backward to the bed, effortlessly settling you between his spread legs.

All while managing to still be right in sight of the mirror. You could feel your cheeks redden as his hands started to wander, unceremoniously tugging down the straps of your nightdress to reveal your chest. That was another thing about life after the ritual that had been a surprise, just how different Astarion's sex drive was. It's not like he was a prude before, far from it, but now he was insatiable. Always ready and willing to touch you whenever the urge struck him. Often enough for you to eventually come to the thrilling, if not slightly disturbed realization, that… he was training you. Training your body to always want his touch.

And tonight was no different. You could already feel yourself getting wet, and he had barely done anything yet. But then suddenly he was pinching your nipple harshly, hissing in your ear, "I expect an answer when I ask you a question darling."

You bit back a moan, trying to remember what you were even arguing about as he started to play with your breasts, "I-I didn't mean it like that. I just… I don't want to embarrass you."

It was humiliating to admit but it was true. Not many people of Astarion's caliber insisted on a singular lover. There were so many people after him now, people with more power, more beauty, and grace. You didn't match up. You couldn't.

"Nonsense," Astarion dismissed, his hands wandering down to tear off more of your clothing, "Look at you. You were made for this life. Made for me. You're gorgeous."

The compliments mixed with the harsh feeling of his hands ripping your nightdress in two was quite the experience. You could feel his own hardness pressing into your backside, twitching as he threw your ruined clothing to the side.

Then he was gripping your chin, forcing your head back up to stare into the mirror in front of you, "I said look."

You obeyed, eyes widening at what you saw. It was so strange to see yourself like this, fully exposed with your legs spread apart, flushed and panting. It nearly gave the illusion that your very image was what was causing the wetness between your legs, instead of the invisible man toying with you.

You swallowed, your throat dry as Astarion's hands wandered lower, a feather-light touch tracing up and down your slit, "You are everything. The sole reason that I'm the man I am today. There is nowhere else you should be than right here."

"But-" You gasped, your words interrupted by a sharp slap to your inner thigh. You could see your skin start to redden in the mirror, a perfect imprint left in it's wake.

"Darling, are you questioning my judgment? What on earth made you think that was a good idea?"

You frantically shook your head, moaning when his fingers delved deeper, playing with your slick folds, "I-I'm not. I didn't- I'm sorry."

You whined as he roughly pinched your clit, his other hand moving upward to do the same to your heaving chest.

He was starting to grind his hardness against you, a tease of more to come as he murmured in your ear, "There's my good girl. Was that so hard?"

You shook your head, gasping as he finally dipped his long fingers into your cunt. You were already so sensitive, humiliatingly close in a matter of minutes.

"So gorgeous," Astarion sighed, staring straight ahead to the sole image of you, whimpering as he finger-fucked your pussy, "So needy. Can you see how wet you are pet?"

You could, you were leaking around his fingers, that needy, intense feeling getting more and more intense by the moment. It was so embarrassing seeing yourself like this, enough so that you snapped your eyes shut.

A bad idea. Astarion tutted at you, landing another sudden and hard slap to your thigh, "None of that. I told you to look. Or else."

You snapped your eyes back open, watching yourself whimper and gasp as you were played with, the harsh movement of his hand jostling your breasts. You weren't going to last much longer, not with the image of you being taken apart, the feeling of him inside you, the mean edge to your love's words.

"You're such a silly little thing, aren't you?" Astarion growled, fucking you harder and faster. You were so close, but you weren't stupid enough to come without permission. Not after what he did the last time, "Doubting me. Do you really think I don't know what's best for you? What's best for us?"

"No," You whimpered, your hips arching backward to rub harder into his erection, "You're right, I-I'm yours. C-Can I come now? Please?"

"Beg me and maybe I'll think about it," Astarion meanly laughed, relishing in the gush of slick his harshness coaxed from between your legs, "Beg and apologize. Apologize for doubting us. For doubting me."

You could barely get the words out through your own gasps, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean it!"

"Good girl," Astarion huskily laughed, using a clever thumb to rub over your swollen clit, "Now tell me you love me."

"I love you," You said easily, meaning every word, "I love you more than anything.

"Tell me you'll never leave me. Ever."

There was something else behind that promise. An obvious implication that your fucked-out brain was too distracted to see.

"Never," You promised, reaching back for you him. You curled your fingers into his hair. pulling his head down to press his mouth against your throat. An open invitation, "I'll always be with you."

Astarion groaned against your skin, his fangs so close to piercing, "Precious pet, how could I ever want anything else? Come darling, you've earned it."

Then he was biting you, the brief flash of pain the perfect trigger for you to fall over the edge. You came with an embarrassingly high-pitched whine, slumping back into Astarion as he drank from your throat.

You looked as much of a mess as you felt, the stickiness between your thighs glistening in the light. You watched yourself, whimpering as Astarion slipped his fingers out. Just to tap them against your lips, forcing them into your mouth to suck on.

You moaned around them, light-headed as Astarion popped off of your throat. You sighed as he licked at the wound, enjoying the brief moment of rest. You weren't naive enough to think that you were done yet. Not when Astarion was still hard, his cock pulsing against you.

"See?" Astarion huskily laughed, licking the blood off of his lips while he played with your tongue, "You're perfect. Perfect and mine."

[what-an-art-blog-huh]

I'm planning on making more with Gideon and Kremy and maybe Torbek if I can think of a good idea for him but here's drawings of hootsie and Co., lightly inspired by me and my niece

[d8tl55c]

almost done with somethin' (edit: IT IS DONE \o/ )

[nachofuck3r]

Outworld! Reader with Mk1 characters intros

You: Are you the reason for my position in the royal court?

Liu Kang: Your achievements are your own, I merely made the time line, not your unwavering determination.

Raiden: It was an honor fighting with you. I couldn’t have possibly aske-

You: You won. There is no need for all this useless blabber, protecter of earthrealm.

Raiden: I didn’t mean to offend you, I am genuinely honored to be in your presence.

You: Boasting will not earn you my favor, farm boy.

Li mei: You have fought excellently, you truly are worth of a champion title

You: I have still failed you, I shall never do so again

You: You and Tanya’s relationship may have been predetermined.

Mileena: That may be so, but our feelings are no less true.

Kitana: I hear you’ve been eyeing up one of the Earthrealmers.

You: Madame Bo absolutely loves the idea of me and the Theater guy.

Kitana: He absolutely loves the idea as well, I reckon.

You: Do you take sento to bed with you?

Kenshi: Excuse me?

You: Is it like, one of those whale shaped things that Johnny showed me?

Kenshi: Wha- whale shaped? – wait are you talking about nightlights?

You: Let’s see how you handle these fists, boy

Kung lao: I’ve packed more than a few punches training with Madame Bo.

You: How come you are the only Zeterran possessing such unique power?

Syzoth: I imagine the same way you are one of Sindels choosen, Fate.

Sub-Zero: If only you had been the one to play thug at the Tea house

You: I imagine Tomas doesn’t make for the most convincing brute

Sub-Zero: It was to our benefit that the farmers were so gullible

You: If I hear you using that dirty mouth around the princesses again, I’ll cut out your tongue

Johnny: Only if you can put it to better use

You: You and Syzoth make for a fine, strong couple.

Ashrah: I couldn’t have asked for a finer partner

You: My blessings are with you

Sindel: The Earthrealmer won’t stop pestering me for Kitana

You: With all due respect your majesty, with that man it’s every person for themselves

Johnny: So how many children are we talking?

You: As the queens direct champion, I can not get distra-

You: By the elder gods- NO

You: You are in high damand, your highness

Kitana: As amusing as these Earthrealmers are, they get in over their head too easily

You: Raiden, I've been meaning to apologize. I now know that it was not your intention to boast about your victory over me. You won, with great honor.

Raiden: There is nothing to apologize for, I am still as honored as the first time.

[hawkeyeslaughter]

there was a post asking which song reminded me most of hawktrap

[80smen-fanclub]

I want his thing so badly in that night boat scene

I had a really great tag written but then thought it might be too much

[sepicriting]

yandere twins introduction

―wherever you go, whatever you do, they'll always trail behind.

directory: part two here. contents: yandere male x gender-neutral reader. yandere female x gender-neutral reader. only reference to reader/darling is 'you'. implied murders.

notes: finally finished their introduction! they've been sitting in the back of my mind for a long while now.

You might've been a little scared. Your recent transfer to another university left you feeling lost, especially since you didn't know anyone. At the very least, you were well-off enough to afford a dormitory on campus.

And your first week went by great! You were able to somehow befriend numerous friend groups and floated between each. It wasn't long before your name was passed around and people were vaguely familiar with you. By the end of the first month, everyone knew you. You were being greeted in the hallways, given free things for your acquaintanceship, invited to any and every event... People were so comfortable with you that even gossip presented itself freely.

Of the idle chatter, one topic caught your curiosity: A pair of twins had just begun attending a month into the semester. You were curious, though you didn't have faces to tie to the names people gave you. The Mihailovs twins.

The circumstances around them seemed somewhat intriguing as you heard offhand comments here and there. Something about their origins, their sense of style, and the hyperbolic rumors of a murder caused by one of the twins.

So you decided when you could try to at least figure them out. The opportunity to meet other classmates was also something you kept at the forefront of your mind with academics, though it wasn't very difficult to keep track of as long as you kept your priorities straight.

You first meet the older twin of the two, Vitalina, after participating in a debate in one of your classes. While you were trying your best to give your contributions, Vitalina was on the opposing end keeping her head cool and hung low. It was kind of weird, but that wasn't the only odd thing she did during class. She spent half of the lecture playing mostly cards, always alone. Sometimes, she was joined by other people who wanted to connect, but she seemed reluctant to spend time with anyone.

It wasn't until later that day in the library that you found her doing homework all by herself. She didn't seem to realize that you'd approached her at first, as it took her a minute to finally look at you. She stilled upon noting your presence. Surely, you didn't see her gazing at her homework like some of the words were written in an alien language and she couldn't read them, right?

Her eyes narrowed as you offered to help, slowly nodding before she looked back down. "...Yeah." Her tone was soft. She slid her paper towards you, her gaze remaining distant. With her consent in mind, you took a seat beside her.

You didn't realize it then, but you sealed your fate.

With your help, Vitalina was steadily able to keep up with her classes, and in the process, you were able to learn a lot more about her. You discovered that she had the tendency to be bored and detached from the things she became interested in, thus explaining a lot of her weird behaviors during lectures. However, the funny thing is that... She started to take an interest in you.

The changes were subtle at first, increasing inch by inch, enough for you to be unable to register them until someone else pointed it out while you were doing pair work for a class.

Over weeks, Vitalina had begun to act strangely — or, normally, which was why it was unusual. Her hair, previously always unruly, was combed and taken care of. She dressed differently, more feminine and neat, posh. It wasn't the same as before, but she seemed to be in a better state now compared to when you first met her. She talked more. She was smiling a lot, making small talk, and laughing along with you whenever you shared jokes with her during your only shared class and your time together in the library. She insisted that only you called her Lina, her nickname.

There was one thing, however, that seemed to remain consistent since the day you met her; She never showed interest in anyone other than you. Sure, it was obvious that you and others began seeing her as a popular girl after the changes, but she never seemed to care. She was completely indifferent to it, only keen on keeping you close for as much as she could help it.

You wouldn't have any idea of the disdain she felt towards your other friends. She seemed to start thinking that you wouldn't come back to her once you realized how much fun you would be having if you kept hanging out with them. She didn't like how your attention wasn't on her alone.

She couldn't have that— No, she really can't stand the idea of that!

It was why she suddenly started to chat people up. To you and everyone else, it was an overnight change. But to her, it was a necessary step in the long run that she made sure she took the social reputations of others in her control. That way, if anyone were to do anything unsavory to threaten her current relationship with you, she would be able to simply pull a string to ensure they'd never think of approaching you ever again.

She never stopped going to the library with you throughout all this, making up excuses as to why she still wanted to keep your quality time together. She even convinced you to go shopping together from time to time, as she just never bothered to hang with anyone outside of school and the events you both were invited to. It was just too hard for her to make conversation with new people.

And thankfully for Lina, you understood where she was coming from, so it was often you two together. It was peaceful that way, her neediness appeased knowing that you had time for her and you stuck to it.

Then her brother ruined it.

Try as Lina might to hide it from him, he wasn't blind to the hours she spent prettying herself up for you. At night, he could always see light shining from underneath her door. If she forgot to close it, sometimes he could make out her soft curses whenever she messed up during eyeliner practice.

She wouldn't do this for herself, no. Varis knew better than that. If it were the case she'd have done it ages ago, so there had to have been a reason for her dedication. It wasn't long for him to figure out the cause of that dedication was you. And from what he observed during his time sifting through the pictures Lina took with you after he hacked her phone, you didn't seem to be aware of it. It wasn't enough for him to watch you through a digital screen though, he felt as though he hadn't discovered all he needed to know about you before deciding if you were a good or bad influence on his twin.

He wanted to observe you from up close.

It was a bold move on his part to sit directly beside you while his sister was on the other, he was sure he could feel Lina glaring hatefully his way when she realized it. You, on the contrary, were struck by the physical similarities between the two.

Lina was pretty, yes, but Varis could be a model. It was strange to you that he somehow succeeded in being more alluring.

And as much as Lina wanted nothing more than to strangle someone of her blood, she didn't want you to think negatively of her so all she could do was sit tensely as Varis proceeded to make small talk after introductions came out of the way. Much to her chagrin, he never left after, opting to study in the library for a change with the excuse that the apartment was starting to feel stuffy. He didn't expect himself to like spending that study time with you though, considering he was never interested in socializing with anyone.

When the time came for you to bow out, the two had offered to walk with you to your dorm before they left for their apartment. The walk home was silent, one-sided tension could be felt. And the minute they entered their home, Lina's first instinct was to grab the nearest object and throw it to her brother.

After living with someone for so long, you'd grow to predict their actions, as Varis displayed when he caught her hand before she could let go of the flower vase. When her strength was unmatched, her verbal yells came next. How could he?! How did he know about you?! Was he trying to take you away too?! Does she have to destroy her brother?!

"Lina," Her shoulders tensed. Eyes glinting with near-murderous intent, glaring and mentally cursing him. "I'm not taking anyone." She didn't realize his other hand had gone to take something from behind him until the object taken had glinted in the dim light of their living space, a knife finding itself being pushed into her grasp. The implications were present, she could kill him right now.

It's so hard for her to outright kill someone, unlike him.

Sucking in her breath, Lina pushed Varis and pointed the edge his way. "Try anything funny and I won't forgive you." His eyes narrowed, holding up his arms in a lackluster manner, expression blank. She was trying so desperately to keep you away from him.

Why? What was it about you that had her so wrapped around your finger?

You and your effects on Lina were the only thing that occupied his mind when he retired to bed that evening.

The day after, he sought you out. He wanted to know you without Lina's presence, see what about you made her want to stick to you like glue. Why did she want you as her partner? What would happen if he involved himself further? He wanted to make sense of everything; he had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last time he found himself face-to-face with you.

The more time he spent around you, the more he began to be aware of this one growing feeling. A selfish desire to keep you all to himself, creeping up with no way to stop it. He couldn't explain it. He continued to pursue your time and attention, trying to pinpoint an explanation.

Somewhere along the way, the need for knowledge slipped away, and what replaced it was the rush of being with you. And fuck, now he knows. Now he knows why Lina had been acting strange, why she's changed, why she's so desperate to mold herself into someone you could desire. He understood, now all that was left was this feeling of yearning.

If Lina was doing her best to keep others away from you, he was making sure to erase those who he deemed a threat.

Slowly, people around you trickled less and less. Sudden decisions to relocate, disappear into another city with some friends in tow, and a few students turned up missing. It might've started to feel worrisome to you, but Lina was always there to chat you up and take the occurrences off of your mind.

It was because she knew who was behind all of it that she was able to keep calm. Had it been anyone else or an unknown party, she would've swept you along to a much safer place.

When Lina finally confronted her brother, ready to fight; Varis could only keep seated, relaxed. During the time she spent unable to face him, he had been contemplating. He didn't want to kill his sister if it ever came to that, his parents would know and people might catch on. While he was able to outrank her in strength, she would still be able to leave evidence on him. And if she succeeded in killing him instead, she would have difficulty disposing of the body privately.

You would inevitably find out, either way. You would come to hate them both if you did. That's why he an another idea in mind. "I know a way to get what we both want." His words struck his sister dumbfounded yet guarded, he took her inaction cue for him to continue and explain.

The next time you saw either of them, they were together. It was a surprise, given that both often spent time with you separately. When they noticed you, they'd glued themselves to your side in a matter of seconds. Lina had wrapped her arms around one of yours with a sweet smile, while Varis blankly towered comfortably over you with a hand around your shoulders.

Everything went by smoothly during the next few times you hung out with them, not a single ounce of hostility shared between either. You weren't incredibly dense enough to pick up on the fact that the twins had their disagreements, so you were simply glad they'd set aside whatever was driving a wedge between them.

In turn, they were both teaming up to spoil you little by little. Lina's always inviting you over to places to try new things together, while Varis always somehow keeps himself physically close and acts as a source of comfort. You'd receive gifts of things you needed or were running out of, and it essentially came to the point where the three of you were always together even on campus.

It was only a matter of time before they would decide it was time to whisk you away.

And they'd make sure you would have no reason to refuse.

[hanfocus]

HAN ✩ INTRO: IN生

[mhexart]

That's oomf 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[cocofawn]

∯ 𓏲𝄢 𓍢ִ 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 . .

they asked “do you love her to death ?” i said, “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.”

๑ —ㅤ󠀠󠀠󠀠 ⌒ ⠀ׁ⠀two halves of a whole ₊ ˙ . he ᭪ her ︎︎︎︎ . 󠀠󠀠󠀠⌒ since nov. fourth.

what does it look like . . ? “sweet-face !” ノ “princess.” fawn x wolverine . cheerful puppy x grumpy cat . sun x moon . partners -> lovers . opposites attract . gentle innocence x rugged strength . a domesticity so beautiful that it transcends most beautiful of fantasies . adoring gazes . non-sexual intimacy . gentle caresses and affectionate touches dished out by the most fragile hands and received by the roughest fingers . the scruff of a coarse beard rubbing against a petal-soft cheek . playful banter . tender laughter . the palette of sweet pinks, warm browns ‘n musky greens . boots x babydolls . tousled sheets ‘n languid kisses . love letters tucked away tew be discovered at a later date for when the rain dulls his day . tangled limbs . mumbles of confessions between the spaces of mere breaths . hand-written compositions of music woven together so as tew create da most blissful of symphonies just for him . . + so much more . .

“he is the night sky, a canvas so wide, a vast expanse where the lonely stars hide. a sea of solitude, cold and alone, once empty and still, with no heart of his own. she is the golden sun, a radiant light, a warmth that brings color to the cloak of the night. with every soft sunrise, she chases the dark, painting the shadows with her luminous spark. together they dance, in a cosmic embrace, the night and the day, in a timeless race. she completes his silence, makes the dark bearable, in the balance of worlds, their love is so shareable. for he is the night, and she is the dawn, in the tapestry of life, their spirits are drawn. a celestial union, where shadows take flight, in the harmony of love— day meets the night.”

[bi-princess-m]

figured i should do a pinned intro post

you can call me m or princess m 🥰 30s she/her. i’m bisexual and a switch but i lean more towards being a sub usually. all my original posts are tagged with bi-princess-m. i’ll be remaining faceless but i do love posting my tits! reblogs are allowed and encouraged 😉

i love (attention) talking to my followers so feel free to send me an ask or dm! submissions are welcome with my permission. dick pics without permission get blocked immediately!

kinks: praise & degradation, a little light cnc, maybe a breeding kink here and there. public play, free use, gang bang. big fan of choking, hair pulling, being marked up and manhandled. daddy and mommy kink. ya girl may have a little knife play kink too

hard limits: age play, rape, hard cnc, scat or piss play. not a huge fan of anal either.

i love being called pet names like baby and princess, slut and whore are good too.

lastly, no disrespect to me or any of my followers will be tolerated. i have no problems blocking anyone. trans people are more than welcome & very loved. no terfs, no minors and only men who understand boundaries can come play 😏

[kthecutest]

♡ ࣪Welcome!𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

♱who i write for : &TEAM

♱request status : closed ✧(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

♱rules : none - I'm open to any kink

♱contents : ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ SFW (fluff) / NSFW (smut)

ﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩMasterlist ⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ this list will constantly be updated! ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ&Team legal line posts [smuts]ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Biting them (&team hyung line) - smut

&Team legal line : Dom&Sub Dynamic (&team legal line) - smut

How &Team legal line tell you they’re needy (&team legal line) - smut

&Team legal line x period sex (&team legal line) - smut

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ&Team OT9 posts [fluffs]ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Date with &team members (&team OT9) - fluff

&team reaction to you wiping their kisses away (&team OT9) - fluff

&team reaction to you sitting on their lap (&team OT9) - fluff

&team members being overprotective of you (&team OT9) - fluff

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ&Team Solosﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Koga Yudai / K

Murata Fuma

Wang Yixiang / Nicholas

Byun Euijoo / Ej

Nakakita Yuma

Asakura Jo

Shigeta Harua

Takayama Riki / Taki

Hirota Riki / Maki

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ&Team legal line kinks headcannonsﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

K's kinks (K) - smut

Fuma's kinks (Fuma) - smut

Nicho's kinks (Nicho) - smut

Euijoo's kinks (Ej) - smut

Yuma's kinks (Yuma) - smut

Jo's kinks (Jo) - smut

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ&Team boyfriends headcannonsﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

ケイ Kei as your bf (K) - fluff & smut

フウマ Fuma as your bf (Fuma) - fluff & smut

ニコラス Nicholas as your bf (Nicho) - fluff & smut

ウィジュ Euijoo as your bf (Ej) - fluff & smut

ユウマ Yuma as your bf (Yuma) - fluff

ジョー Jo as your bf (Jo) - fluff

ハルア Harua as your bf (Harua) - fluff

タキ Taki as your bf (Taki) - fluff

マキ Maki as your bf (Maki) - fluff